Before anything bloomed — the roots of where it all began.

It came slowly, like a knowing

you coudn’t un-hear

A quiet invitation to try another way.

‘‘We were taught becoming meant more — more striving, more perfection, more proving.

Yet the harder we chased it, the more we came apart.

So we made room for another way — where becoming is more gentle than we were told, and home in what asks for time.’’

- NH